"Roger"
"Yes Dr. Langley?"
"When is the last time you moved the patient for bed sore relief?"
"Yesterday before I left at four, mam."
"Very good. Would you mind running down to the cafeteria and grabbing me a juice?"

Her hands moved instinctively to her hips, expecting pockets, but instead her fingers glided down the side of a polyester blend skirt... pocket-less, as skirts come. A faint grin brought corners to curves, and made a freshly baked croissant covered in cherries-- from an infant slab of dough... covered in cherries.

"Oh... here we go.." as her fingers came to remember that the true location of loose change was in fact in a corner at the bottom of a book sized pocket, in a Doctor Woman sized lab coat. Roger took the change dutifully, and left the room with a buck twenty five and a mission.